Return From Madness

Teens with sticks.

"What was that?" A 16 year old red head girl asked her traveling companion.

"I don't know." The also 16 year old blond replied. Both were skinny and dirty, they were hungry and poorly groomed like most children, also like most children they were curious and fun loving.

The blond ran over the sound and screamed as loud as she could seeing the dead man. The red had ran over and echoed the scream upon making the same discovery.

They calmed themselves, and looked around to see what had killed him and what was that sound. "So you think he is dead, dead?"

"I don't know poke him with a stick..." She tilted her head slightly to the side. "Hey does his hair look blue to you?"

"Are you implying he's one of those soldiers, come on they are virtually immortal, this guys hair is white. And I ain't poking it. You poke it."

"I am not poking it alone. Let's poke it at the same time."

The two bent down and picked up sticks and slowly walked to the body."
 
Ezhno Talbot

He just can't understand what's going on. His memory is blended with his consciousness, just what happens in a dream, has him confused. He cannot makes sense anymore, especially with his mind speeding rapidly and he pretty much sees pictures slotting away before his eyes.

He can feel his blood pumping through his body, supernaturally. He still believes he is in a deep trance meditating. However, the sense of burnt skin and unable to breathe still annoys him. At this reach of sensibility, the blood started moving faster and initiated him into a seizure.
 
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3 men

IC: "Shit!" The driver turned as the blue haired warrior came at them with the sword, suddenly the entire side was torn a sunder and the car flipped.

Charlie was thrown clear of the car and tumbled roughly on the ground. Stan was held him place by his seat belt, his arms fell down with gravity and were caught by the ground quickly passing by. The buggy moving at high speed went over his hands with no resistance leaving a bloody trail as the truck stopped.

The blond man, caught in his own battle for survival had no idea what was happening to his comrades. He gazed into the eyes of his executioner unable to pull the trigger on the riffle for what seemed like hours, and yet was shorter then a few seconds. Finally mustering the courage he pulled the trigger.
 
Teens with sticks.

IC: The red head poked the body in the head. The bodies head turned to the side with the force and then returned to it's place with gravity. "Yep he's dead."

"See definitly not one of those blue creatures."

The red head poked him again. "but doesn't his hair look blue?"

The blond poked him in the side with her stick. "Got to be the lighting or something. Where do you think he fell from?"

"Why should I know." She attempted to poke him in the eye again but instead got hios eye.

"Ewww!" Both girls replied as a small amount of blood sliped by the closed lid.
 
Joushein Kravilez

POP!
The gun went off loosing a bullet bent on Josh's chest. It hit the nano-bot armor, ricocheting, veering toward Josh's face.
A thin line of blood permeated the skin on the side of Josh's nose stopping just above the center of the left eyebrow.
The fear of death triggered the ingrained reflexes, nearly without thought and in the blink of an eye, he dropped to a crouch, bringing his sword arm straight behind himself, and with perfect efficiency lunging out at the man. The broad sword leaving a blue streak of bloody death. Joushein Kravilez felt himself become a killer of men.
The blond hair fell first, drifting down to settle on the impossibly still brilliant blue sword. Slowly, the mans head began to slide down the angle of the now appearing cut. Oddly, as free mass pivoted over the side of the neck, the blonde man's left eye seemed almost blue, reflecting Josh's own.
Thud.
 
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Ezhno Talbot

His dreams seem to get more confusing and out of proportion. His unconscious is becoming weary and he can make sense of a couple of voices around his environment. Ezhno still doesn't understand what's going on. He was sitting on the roof, then he went through a never-ending journey or something to that matter, and now he is waking to... what?

The pain from his eye is unbearable and makes him jump awake, screaming, "Aaaaooouch! What the f-" He interrupts his own speach, and stares at two kids holding sticks while he cups his bleeding eye.

*A moment of pause as a dirt ball rolls by*
 
Teens with sticks.

IC: The bodies eyes flicked and then the corpse suddenly sprang back into life cupping a bloody eye and yelling in pain. The teens stood still for a moment and then the red head screamed at the top of her lungs, "It's alive!" and ran as far and fast as she could screaming "it's a blue soldier!" The blond stood still, understanding what was going on in a deep paralyzing way.
 
3 men

IC: The blond man twitched slightly as his life slowly leaked out of his body. The blood quickly pooling around him on the soft dirt.

Stan still conscious in the over turned buggy was making peace with his own death, he had attacked an overpowering enemy and now buckled into the buggy, and his hands reduced to lifeless mounds of flesh and bone, what he should of done, run, was no longer an option. He understood his end would come soon, weather from loss of blood or from the brutal assault of his assailants. He found himself surprisingly calm in the face of death.

Charlie on the other hand stood up, brushed dust off of his jacket and limped to the buggy. While he did so he pulled out a pistole and loaded it with his one clip. He had been saving the weapon for defense. The clip had three rounds, a strangely convenient number, that gave him hope of defeating his enemies. He wasn't about to foolishly waste the ammo though, he had a different idea in mind.
 
Dan's strike had flipped the vehicle and trapped one of the men under it. He moved over to the man and saw him dying. With a quick stab downward, he ended the mans misery.
 
Nathaniel

Nathaniel moved out towards the buggy, staying low and watching what was going on. He gasped in horror as he saw Dan end the trapped man's life. His hands had been destroyed, he was hardly a threat anymore. Nathaniel brought his omniblaster around, breathing calm and carefully aiming it at the other Blue's head.

"WHat the fuck did you do that for!? He couldn't use his hands! He needed medical help, and you fucking killed him! What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
 
Joushein Kravilez

Josh reached the buggy as Nate was yelling at Dan; the last man standing held his pistol loosely with an look of bewilderment upon his face as he too listened to the question.

Josh looked at the last threat. But was he, was he really a threat. Joushein shook his head trying to find the source of a threat, only to find his own thoughts.

"You there, sir. I am not sure what we were, but now we are men again. From now on I will only defend myself. Please live and leave us."
 
3 men

IC: Two bodies lied motionless dripping blood on metal and dirt. Charlie limped at the murderers. "Your men?"

He laughed to himself continuing his march toward the car. "No you aren't. My friends are dead..." He stopped mid sentenced and helt his march suddenly aware reaching the buggy was pointless.

"I suggest you look around, Stan is dead, how much of a threat is he? He wasn't armed, and look at that trail of blood." He gestured the gun at the trial of blood left by the crashing buggy.

"And what about Robert." He gestured the gun around the area, unsure where his corpse was. "You killed him too." He then pointed the gun at Nate. "Your men again, he's trying to kill one of your own. Like hell I am going to believe you."

He placed the barrel of the gun under his chin. "If you were real men, you wouldn't be able to live with what you've done." He took a deep breath. "I know I can't." He pulled the trigger sending a bullet deep into his head. The body fell to the ground with a soft thump.
 
Nathaniel

Nathaniel sighed, and turned to focus his attention on the other man, his finger running over the trigger to his omniblaster. He sighed, and holstered it as he turned, walking away from a scene of death that would haunt his memories.
 
Joushein Kravilez

Josh followed after Nate, silent. He was awed at his battle prowess, and still disturbed at the carnage around him. He knew he must find his home to see if anything thing was left of Joushein Kravilez, maybe his sisters were still alive, maybe even nieces or nephews.
Josh filled his mind with wishes and left the gore behind.
 
IC: 2 weeks of travel have gone by. The group regrets several of the actions they have undertaken. When possible they avoid the normal humans altogether, but when they do come into contact they try to leave a positive impression.

Night is quickly settling in and a cold rain has made the group take shelter in a small cave, a small fire keeps them warm. Off in the distance a wandering shadow approaches.
 
Joushein Kravilez

Josh caught the attention of his companions and darted his eyes to the approaching shadow; his hand falling onto the hilt of his sword. The others had noticed the figure as well and had also made inconspicuous movements for a faster draw of their weapons.
With his free hand , Josh picked up the cup of tea. Taking a small sip, he set it as close to the fire as possible.
 
Shadow

IC: The shadow stopped a distance from the three. "Do you mind if I come in to the shelter?" The man pooled his hood further over his head to try and stay dry.
 
"By all means." Dan said. His companions hated him, but they had to stick together. The man was in incredible pain and he had merely ended his misery, the man was beyond help, his body crushed and he was bleeding to death, even if they knew where a hospital was they wouldnt have gotten there in time.
 
Shadow

IC: The Dark cloaked man walked up to the sheltered fire and sat down next to the three. He pulled his hood back revealing the tan and worn face of a wanderer. His green eyes looked at each of the three travelers and then he paused.

"So... it's true you've gained a measure of humanity. Otherwise I wouldn't of been invited up here."
 
Nathaniel

Nathaniel sits back, omniblaster resting across his lap as he looks teh stranger over. He leans back, and sighs, rolling his neck to small popping sounds as he tries to relax. "The world seems to have lost most of it's humanity in the last few years. But it's not that we've gained any back. He've just gained CONTROL. Our humanity is suffering just as much as everyone else's."
 
Shadow

IC: The figure looked up considering the words. "That seems a wise statement, but at the same time." He looked at Nate and gestured his hands between the two of them. "You and I are using humanity in different contexts. As we should, we come from different perspectives." He placed his hands into his lap.

"You see when you lost control you did the inhuman things I have heard about. Those acts took humanity from us. And now that you have the ability to act human again and see the world, it seems less then it was." He scratched his head. "Which I suppose it is."
 
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Shadow

IC: "You three seem quiet. I am sorry if I upset you." The man adjusted his cloak. "You know I bought this thing at a county fair, thought it was a waste of money when I got home. But since the world changed so quickly it has proved a good buy. I do a lot of traveling these days. So I hear and see things many people don't. It's amazing how slow information travels with out the internet."
 
Joushein Kravilez

In his heavy East European accent, Joushien Kravilez makes a comment about not knowing the 'enter-net' and tries to converse politely about interests, livelihood, and current events. However, his heart just isn't in the topics at hand; his mind is still wrestling with his own humanity and heritage, his lost family, his lost life.
 
Shadow

IC: Seeing as his comment wasn't as interesting as he had thought, he decided to get to the point. "Well any how, a few days south of here is a town a Soldier, such as your selves, has taken over. My guess is he hasn't had his mind return to him just yet. So I suggest you stay clear. Just incase it is contagious or something."
 
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